"In case you should ever feel afraid," he said significantly, "just send for Lebœuf, that's all," and with this he left the room.
Edmé remained in Potin's charge for two days. The jailer treated her with great consideration, and she congratulated herself upon having fallen into such kindly hands. She momentarily expected to be summoned before the Tribunal. She did not know what the result would be; but she looked forward to her trial with impatience. In any event it would end the suspense in which she was living.
On the afternoon of the second day Potin entered her room, accompanied by one of his deputies.
"You must prepare to go with this man, citizeness," said the little jailer.
"Has the Tribunal sent for me? she inquired.
"Not yet. But you are to be transferred to another prison."
"I prefer to stay here," she said. "Cannot you ask them to allow me to remain?"
"You have no choice in the matter, nor have I; I have only my orders."
"From whom did the order come? From that man Lebœuf who came here the other day?" she demanded quickly.
"I am not at liberty to say," replied Potin, shifting his feet uneasily.